Atlantic City, NJ, Jan., 1972

It’s gray now

By Vladimir Huber

Sometimes I go blank
and nothing seems to be alive;
not even a walk on the beach
calls me.
I guess everybody goes through this.
Maybe it will pass;
it happened before,
why not now.
I am just waiting
for better times to come.
It feels like a wheel
that has to go around,
going up and going down.
You know where I am now.
Like many others
I am looking to the sky,
waiting for her to turn.